Fair and foul plays the wind.
fair being less of a kind
foul being more with a bind
there rises a wind with force.
The fair wind being lovely
blows across with a soft whistle
flowing through the face with grace
and through the land with smothering trace.
The foul the wind be all through
raging with a fierce slew
knocking down everything on the way
tormenting the land and sea all in a day.
Being so in life all the most
with the fairness being seen less
while the foulness overwhelms
there seems to be the bad overcoming the best.
Meenas Poems 